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letra de hoe yean know - criminal manne

[intro: lil grip]
we see ana, love is grinnin’, keepin’ our chambers full of slugs
so i blast you, f-ckin’ dress you, if you f-ck up, you clique up
we see ana, love is grinnin’, keepin’ our chambers full of slugs
so i blast you, f-ckin’ dress you, if you f-ck up, you clique up

[verse 1: k!llamac]
k!llamac, mista manne, mista dre and lil grip
ain’t talkin’ loud, sayin’ nothin’ we just come in the clique
we [?] clips on you hoes, so don’t stand a chance
we makin’ b-tches move some, all these n-ggas get banned
blast at me for a minute, i’ma make you go witness
with my n-gga lo-low, droppin’ b-tches in ditches
slowly creep, with the quickness, [?] n-ggas get [?]
high pitched and we diggin’, it’s hoe yean know, b-tch

[verse 2: mac v-dog]
’cause ask me why i rap about thе same day in the hood
pullin’ my pistol for you [?], now let’s gеt this sh-t understood
i can talk the way i talk and i can walk the way i walk
and if any [?] say, then i’ma shoot my f-ckin’ yalk
for you haters, imitators, who be bumpin’ ’bout lil v
got some ana don’t tell me, bring that sh-t to [?]-street
on ten toes i’m sellin’ dope, and smokin’ quarter pounds of weed
bounce that paper on the track, and then my beeper full of g
[verse 3: lil grip]
from the shot to the [?], [?] lil grip
[?] runnin’ around
[?] so die
[?] f-cked up, [?]
represent to the fullest, [?] my n-gga dre
pullin’ with no remorse, [?] comin’ through, with that [?]
n-gga [?], [?] it’s a parted b-tch
hoe yean know, we [?], so tight, so n-gga in this sh-t

[verse 4: ?]
we pack some blunts, my trunks got f-cked, because i’m sick with it
goldies and vogues, [?] hoes and you can’t f-ck with it
my hood is filled with pimps and hoes and also real k!llers
this [?] is what i’m screamin’, on you b-tch-ass n-ggas
’cause k!ller is realer, i paid the cost to be the f-ckin’ boss
you choose, you loose, ’cause ain’t no winners in this game, hoes
n-gga pass the blunt and let’s get crunk, and also super high
that sh-t you talkin’, my head just don’t be on my mind

[verse 5: ?]
you hatin’ ’cause a n-gga like me be stay strapped on the block
ready to play them deadly games
i come to bring the pain, so much hatred in your face
ana got me packin’ him, as this warm blood pumps through my cold heart
while i walk the streets, i’m supossed to be far from, [?]
b-tch, f-ck me where i’m standin’
i’m gon’ stand here like a tank, and i’m gon’ shoot back like a cannon
with that remedy for life, i call it death, you hoes just choose the way
stalkin’, [?], walkin’ of that reefer weed and hennessy
[verse 6: ?]
[?], a n-gga that don’t play on them sissy’s b-tch
n-gga, that’s how i’m gonna stay, [?]
in this b-tch, we [?], [?] f-ckin’ sh-t
and you hoes can’t f-ck with it
mackin’ to the fullest, got this gun, better pull it
make you b-tches start to pull it, and you n-ggas know i put it
and till you n-ggas want some, come and get some
[?], comin’ back with that tommy gun, b-tch

[verse 7: ?]
[?] hoes, [?]
it’s in my blood, [?]
[?], bet’ not doubt it
i leave you in sh-tted draws
my momma told me ’bout these b-tch [?] who [?]
if you f-ck up with me, uh, i f-ck y’all
[?] on the highway, like [?] till i vanish
better keep your [?] down partner, ’cause you can’t f-ck with us

[verse 8: ?]
i play sh-t like [?], [?] in this b-tch
ain’t no love for no hoe, i gives a f-ck about a trick
mista murder [?] k!ll, [?] cl!ckin’ in this thang
mista manne got the plan, scoped them b-tches in my rank
another n-gga wanna test, another n-gga gon’ get f-cked
ain’t no mercy for you hoes, lock you in then close your door
it ain’t sh-t for me to say, what the f-ck i wanna say
best to speak your f-ckin’ peep, then get on ’bout your way

- criminal manne

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